Flashing yellow lights!!!

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I try to work out 3 days a week now: Monday and Friday being the constants, since I have no childcare on weekends, and Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday being the variables.

This week, Monday being Martin Luther King Jr holiday, started of with temps in the teens. Daycare was open, the Godsend that they are for working mothers, so I could have easily dropped munchkin off, had a good workout and gone back home to rest or to get a leg up on the pile of paperwork yet to be vanquished! But I couldn’t do it – – I couldn’t in good conscience wake my sleeping child, dress her in a hundred layers of clothes, trek with her in 40mph winds coming in off the waters to take a taxi to daycare (too cold to wait for the bus), just to spend and hour or two at the gym, then do it all again. In my head, no matter how much me time I needed, this didn’t seem like a good trade-off. So I let my munchkin sleep, I called the daycare to let them know we weren’t going to be there, and I leisurely read and did a bit of writing until she woke demanding requesting breakfast.

That day, doggie knew to make haste with her business so we could return to the warmth of our humble abode, and with that I made a big breakfast; I did a few loads of laundry; made a huge pot of lentil soup and proceeded to lounge the rest of the day since outside was certainly not human-friendly!

Tuesday rolled around – – back to school and work but my body was still in lounge mode. We tried to muster the MOJO to make it out of the house at a reasonable hour but we were 30 minutes behind. There was no way I could make it to the gym before work and at my slow pace I played it safe and just went straight to work. I didn’t think I’d have a productive workout anyway. I felt like someone kept hitting snooze and I just couldn’t get in gear.

It’s now Wednesday. Revved up from finally making it through yesterday, I’m felling a little better but not quite back to normal pace. It doesn’t matter really since today, tomorrow and Friday’s schedule won’t allow for time to the gym as I’m working 8hrs shifts instead of 6. So that’s my week! I am reluctantly taking a break and will start fresh next week, hopefully well rested and ready to hit the ground running. But I hear a snow storm is on the way so we’ll see what really happens!

Perhaps this break was all a part of God’s master plan since I’ve been pushing at full steam for weeks now and will be pushing even harder as things are about to get hectic with a mountain of paperwork to compile into reports due by tax deadline (April 15).

I usually skate in at the wire with these reports and it’s perhaps no secret now that high-stress pretty much describes my routine existence. But I’m slowly learning to cut back even if I need to be clobbered over the head by external forces to actually take notice of the ‘flashing yellow lights’ saying, “SLOW DOWN!!!”.

Numbers + Reports + Deadlines = Madness!!!

Yep! It’s all numbers. I hate this aspect if being in business but it must be done.

So if between now and April (Tax time), you notice my posts or reading of yours seem a bit sporadic just know I’m around but just not able to be as committed as normal.

With that said, thanks as always for sticking with me through the good times and bad. The time you take to share your thoughts is appreciated more than you know.

Hope your 2016 is off to a great start. Have a lovely day ☺

Hugs,
A.

[If you need to practice whistling here’s your opportunity!!! Check out this song πŸ˜€]

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Contents written: Jan 20 2016 | Β© 2016 Moylom Enterprises


 

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